In the bunker’s uneasy quiet, Brannigan stays behind with Toad Jr. while Snow and Bigsby move into the night. The boy barely speaks, folded in on himself like someone bracing for a truth he already feels coming. Grief hits hard and without disguise, and Brannigan does the only thing left worth doing: she holds on until the shaking stops. Aboveground, Snow and Bigsby push deeper into the city’s shadows, stepping onto a ship crowded with exiles, legends, and dangerous allies. Power gathers like storm clouds, and old names return with new intentions. Fabletown’s future is shifting fast, and every conversation feels like the start of another fault line.